Sisyphus In The Modern Age
the alarm rings,
such a dreadful sound.
the air is cold,
the floor creaks beneath you.
hot water steams up bathroom
mirrors, wet feet touch damp rug.
a quick bit of something to sate
the natural appetite.
what catastrophe will
befall the world world this morning
through the television?
cars are pulling out of
driveways, into streets
& onto freeways.
watches stared at,
exasperated sighs emitted.
the sun barrels in through
the windshield,
the radio blathers on.
motion grinds to a halt.
slavish devotion
to pattern
& routine.
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